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Who: Sascha, Bigby, & Kurt
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels

[ It's not the first hunt Sascha's been on. When he'd been picked up by vampires he'd come along with them plenty of times while they picked up human prey. He hadn't taken any for himself, what with having been "raised" by them for his first month, but he knew the process of stalking one's meal, waiting for the opportune moment and going in to strike. He just hasn't...done it a lot himself. Most of the meals he's come across in his own world were dead before he got there and he's never really had much of a taste for trying to chase game.

Until now anyway.

He can't keep up with Bigby on his hunts but the wolf's agreed to offer some help with Sascha's since...well, he might as well now that they're on a planet that facilitates it. There's a myriad of scents and aromas to find and sort through, but one thing remains as easy as it ever was: he can always smell food. Which is why his nostrils are flared and he moves through the thick brush with wide, keen eyes and purpose, and very odd sense of thrill in his gut. He's never stalked prey proper before. Is this what it's always like?? A rush of one's heart, a desire to run down and catch?

Because if so... ]

This is great. [ He whispers it, voice quiet but excited as he hovers close to Bigby's side. ]

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[Keeping a place on the planet for a month is a little expensive, but worth it entirely. His ability to easily scale trees has been invaluable in making money by doing repair work on the tree houses, along with occasional hunting trips for specific animals. Some of them fly, after all. It doesn't pay as well consistently, but the chance to be alone in his head is half the reward.

This particular trip finds Kurt crouched in lower branches, keeping his attention on the ground for a specific breed of predator known for being cautious. What he sees instead is a massive wolf moving through the brush, silent to his ears. The dark figure stalking beside it, unharmed, makes him assume it's Sascha and Bigby. A very focused Sascha and Bigby, at least from his vantage point. Instead of calling down to them and potentially frightening their prey, Kurt waits a second for the wind to pick up, and then teleports to another tree. Aside from startling a couple of birds, he's found the native wildlife doesn't recognize the sound or scent, and unless he bamfs right next to them few will run from it. Sascha and Bigby, however, have both seen him teleport at least once.]

[Bigby knows he could much easier hunt something for Sascha and bring it back, but that isn't the point. This is, letting Sascha hunt something for himself, the satisfaction of bringing down his own prey while Bigby just works to keep whatever it is corralled for him.

He watches the lumbering creatures, picked for being slow, if not safe prey.]

Shh. Wait here. I'll flush them towards you.

[He moves away, glancing up as his sensitive ears pick up the noise and moments later, the scent of brimstone teasing his nose. He knows that scent and his head turns up, taking a deep breath to get a better scent picture.]

Okay. [ Sascha's senses aren't as keen or trained as Bigby's so he fails to notice their guest upon initial arrival; he's started to focus on on the hunt and his vision has narrowed to what's prey. What he's making sure to stay downwind from like Bigby tells him to as his golden eyes remained fixed on the four-legged plant eaters before him. He knows he can't take them down with strength alone--but that's not how he hunts to begin with.

Or well, not how he should hunt. He fast and strong but not that fast or strong. But he is durable--and tireless. And right now? Hungry.

He's surprised by how badly he wants to tear into them. ]

[Healthy humanoid male; in better health, actually, than he'd been the first time they'd met. The weight has been slow to increase, but the access to plentiful food and water is starting to show in many small ways. The lingering stench of brimstone probably covers the smell of soap and the faint traces of people Kurt was near before heading to the woods hours ago.

His eyes blend into the darkness with the rest of him, covered for once by the red lenses made to cut the glow while preserving his night vision. The direction of his scent is most likely to give away which branch he's crouched on, vanished into shadow. If not that, then the steady but excited beat of his heart in his chest as he watches Bigby stop, turn his head. Kurt smiles, lips pressed together to hide his teeth.]

[The wolf's head cocks slightly, though whether that's because he can see Darkholme or because he has simply scents him that well is hard to say.

Either way, he turns back to what he was doing, slinking through the underbrush on his belly, around the herd. His dark brown and black coat blends in near perfectly, vanishing into the shadows and moving darkness of the forest.

When he next appears, it's as a burst of movement, flushing the animals with a sudden snap and snarl that echoes off the trees, lunging towards them to send them fleeing towards Sascha.]

The scarred grey! Go for the scarred grey!

Grey--! [ Sascha replies, but it's more of a breathless sort of gasp because when he sees the beasts fleeing something finally ticks for him and he wants to give chase. He wants to go after them and run them into the ground and get his hands around them, and that's never really been the case before. Usually people running away from him means he should too.

But this? This is different.

Sascha may not be too much faster than the average human, but he's off in a sprint the moment his legs catch up with his instincts, gunning it towards the prey with his fangs already half-extended in preparation to bite. ]

[From his perch in the trees, Kurt has a perfect view of the target herd and the predators hunting them. Bigby still vanishes into the underbrush, which is highly unusual given Kurt's night vision. Unusual, but not a surprise given what Bigby is.

He leans forward for a better angle, his feet and one hand curling around the branch. That tight grip is what keeps him from falling when Bigby's sudden reappearance startles him enough to jerk. Then the chase is on, bringing to mind memories of hunts with Victor clearly enough that Kurt finds his heart racing. His eyes snap to the scarred up grey beast the minute the wolf shouts it out, his legs tensing as Sascha takes off after it. Mouthing snippets of advice, Kurt glances off to see if any of the creature's brethren have developed a heroic side; or, unlikely as it is, if Bigby needs help corralling them.]

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sorry... ^^;

no apologies necessary<3

ditto <3 also you will never be as slow as me